a young god

stranger on a train

i am a stranger to myself. inside my head are spaces i've never explored, places i can't get to, borders uncrossed and unwilling to open. there is a primal instinct battling with the compromises of the Everyday, an animal shying back and forth within me. there is ancient intuitive knowledge pushing up from under the surface i've built to fit in the definition of a Person. it is the same facade everybody adapts to in sake of unifying as a society. this is not necessarily a negative thing, or a positive one. it's just the way things are.

i see the otherworldly in the ordinary. i remember things i haven't experienced and i know things i shouldn't know. my soul is old. my paths have patterns.

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the series explores the merging of the human element with the animal within.

inner universe / personal space